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    Young money
    PD, yeah, macka gon' her

    I'm a Millionaire
    I'm a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair
    My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair
    I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
    Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind
    Cause I don't write shit cuz I ain't got time
    Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar
    And the all mighty power of that chit cha cha chopper
    Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper
    Got the maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin
    Tell the coppers...hahahaha you can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em
    I go by them goon rules if you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
    You can't man 'em then you pop 'em
    You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
    You can't stand 'em then you drop 'em
    You drop 'em cuz we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher

    Yeah motherfucker ha

    I'm Millie in here with them Young Money millionaires
    Think you really pop a wheelie in air
    Mac Millie..the Vanillie's in here.. I'm a rascal don't get whopped
    I get brats who don't give top
    I get tassel, pass you with a flow you could never put a brake on
    And I break on anything a nigger take on
    Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigger like I'm
    Akon
    Cause I make cons where the base gone, get the base blown
    Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops I'm kamikaze drop a rock with
    them Obamas
    Illie in the mind, really with the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime
    Fine, chilly gitty on the grind, Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line
    Plentys in me, any guinea's with 'em bigger than a mini and remind I'm
    Illie and its all off G piece and a PG walk by beep beep
    With a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep..
    She caught by Weezy F, we be the best
    Truely to death prove me the rest
    Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me I left..Ha

    young money
    C3
    nay nay, daddys better
    ok

    A millionaire I'm a young money millionaire
    What chyall really want it now
    Y'all don't really wanna do it
    If hip hop is dead I am the embalming fluid
    And I don't care who it be, I'm steppin to it
    Notice I say it cause to me, it ain't shit
    Get it.
    Call me whacha like trick?
    Call me on my sidekick
    Never answer when it's private
    Man I hate a shy chick
    Don't you hate a shy chick
    I had a plate of shy chick and she ain't shy no mo'
    She changed her name to my chick
    Hahaha, yeah boy that's my girl
    And she pops excellent up in Wayne's world
    Totally dude you should
    See their faces when they see that
    This robot can move
    And its like...
    Hahaha, yea
    And it go...
    Thats right

    +
    I'm a millionaire I'm a
    Young money cash money fast money
    Slow money mo' money neva low money
    What is that, who is that, I never heard of it
    I will take your picture and make a ‘rest in peace' shirt of it
    Tell those niggers beating to make a rest in peace shirt of me cuz
    I killed and now don't tell no one you heard of me
    It's like, the beat was screamin, murder me
    And I'm a, murderer
    So I murdered it
    And you niggers is what I eating I'll make sure of it
    And he who don't believe me I'll make dessert of him
    Sherbet him, I mean
    Shame on him, or her
    Carter, Father of
    This rap thang, this is my race
    Gon' take a lap man weezy baby's nursery
    Now gon' take a nap man, it's nap time
    I'll holla back at you at snack time
    Weezy... F... yea, ok
    They say I'm rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac
    Andre 3 Thousand where is Erykah Badu at
    Who that
    who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne
    My name ain't bic, but I keep that flame
    Who that one
    that do that boy
    Y'all knew dat
    True that swallow
    And I be the shhh
    Now you got loose bowels
    I don't owe you like two vowels
    But I'd like for you to pay me by the hour
    Hahaha
    And I'd rather be pushing flowers
    Than to be in the penn sharing showers
    See Tony told us this world was ours
    And the Bible told us every girl was sour
    Don't play in the garden and don't smell her flower
    Call me or Mower
    Boy I got so many girls like I'm Michael Lowry
    Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
    Man, life, just ain't life, without me
    Hip hop just ain't hip hop, without me
    Young moola baby

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